grand street in daylight And float down grand street in daylight And float down grand street in daylight And float down grand street in daylight And float down grand
And in the daylight we can hitchhike to Maine I hope that someday I'll see without these frames And in the daylight I don't pick up my phone 'Cause in
I wanna sleep through the weekend I wanna try I wanna walk on my own floor Before I die And now, now the band tunes up And now remember your lines And
pull out all the stops we are coming home tonight a pair of old boxing gloves in a new fight where every single scar well it means something to me as
Check, check, check Check, check Let's cut down the day In this green rusty van Like a red Cadillac Top down, shoulders tan I bought my first watch
Please direct my call Like strings and cans through halls I made some out of lead And I tried them out from bed Couldn't make it through the walls Turn
Show me the side streets in your life Train yards like bone yards sharpened knives Sidewalks are unassuming fields Concrete and cracks won't cut you deals
Tape holds things that cannot stick And keep leftovers in the fridge While lessons learned go down the drain I can't believe everything And all the bad
Locked knees, no keys Brooklyn, Grand Street Four flights, late nights Black socks, white dice Ten pounds, loud sounds Turned up, tied and bound Don'
And it all comes down to hope Came down on me I'm begging you now I'm begging you, please Comes down to hope Came down on me Someday spare change Won
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'Cos in the daylight, I don't pick up my phone 'Cos in the daylight, I don't pick up my phone 'Cos in the daylight, I don't pick up my phone 'Cos in
Locked knees, no keys Brooklyn, Grand Street four flights, late nights black socks, white dice ten pounds, loud sounds turned up, tied & bound don't
Show me the sidestreets in your life train yards like boneyards sharpened knives sidewalks are unassuming fields concrete and cracks won't cut you deals
I wanna sleep through the weekend I wanna try I wanna walk on my own floor before I die and now, now the band tunes up and now remember your lines and
Tape holds things that cannot stick and keep leftovers in the fridge while lessons learned go down the drain I can't believe in everything all the bad
